Eileen had organised a beach break in the middle of the culture, so headed off to Celestun on the Gulf of Mexico. Essentially if you look at the Yucutan Peninsula we have gone across the top from Cancun in the North East to Celestun in the North West.
Actually, that reminds me of a brief story from one of the guides about why Yucutan is so named. Apparently in Mayan it loosely translates as “l haven’t a clue what your asking” when the Spanish Invaders asked what their land was called. And the name stuck.
Anyway, view from the hotel up to the usual standards.
Walk into town for dinner.
Not quite sure about Celestun. It’s a beautiful beach – the seaweed was quite unusual. But it seems to have developed into a day trip rather than an overnight, so all the restaurants shut at 6.00. Although some of the best fish we have ever had.
Here’s a view of a random street, which is not untypical of many smal Mexican towns//villages. Poor, but not appearing to be destitute. And everyone very friendly and welcoming, and feels extremely safe.
Walking home, helped this fisherman launch his boat.
And finally, there has to be one with the caption “those of a nervous disposition may wish to avert their gaze …”
Fortunately there is no photographic evidence of me in the sea.